"The head of the Kamo clan…"
Tokyo — Shinjuku.
Haruta Daycare Branch, House of the Star Children.
Seated at the head, Mirai nodded slightly as he listened to the report from White Zetsu beside him.
As expected, Kenjaku hadn't shown himself personally.
But the Kamo clan he'd pushed forward… was likely something he had already decided to abandon.
One of the Three Great Clans—
the Kamo family.
Even if they had declined, to discard a thousand years of accumulated resources so casually…
Ruthless.
Mirai said calmly:
"Since Kenjaku hasn't been exposed, it means he still intends to proceed according to his plan."
White Zetsu clicked his tongue, clearly annoyed:
"So we're just letting this go?"
"Forget that useless 9528 stuck at Jujutsu High…"
"What about my poor caterpillar?"
Mirai replied flatly:
"I haven't even blamed you for the phone yet, so stop complaining."
"And that body at Jujutsu High—
with that fatal flaw of temporary memory loss, it's better to abandon it."
"It's all that old monster's fault!"
A flash of killing intent crossed White Zetsu's eyes.
"I really feel like killing that bastard right now!"
"That one can't be touched yet."
Mirai glanced at him.
"If you want to vent… take Ju and Naobito and make a trip to the Kamo clan."
"Bring back cursed tools and information. Leave no survivors."
Originally, he had planned to go himself—
but letting White Zetsu vent his anger wasn't a bad idea.
Hearing that, White Zetsu rolled up his sleeves, flexing his biceps:
"Don't worry—no mistakes this time!"
"With No.1 in action, it's foolproof!"
Mirai nodded.
With that body, there was no reason for White Zetsu to fail.
Then White Zetsu changed the subject:
"By the way… Gojo Satoru isn't that strong. Was he really worth all that attention before?"
Mirai shook his head slightly.
"He's not as weak as you think."
"He just underestimated me—or rather, he was too overconfident."
"If he had treated me like an opponent on Sukuna's level, he wouldn't have lost so quickly."
"From the very start, he wasn't serious enough—he lacked the tension needed in battle."
"Otherwise, the moment his domain collapsed, he should have used Reverse Cursed Technique to heal his technique burnout."
In the original story, that move was something Gojo grasped instinctively.
Clearly, it was Sukuna who had pushed him to that level—forcing him to prepare thoroughly before their fight.
Just as Mirai said—
Gojo's quick defeat today was largely due to underestimating his opponent.
Otherwise… he could have at least forced out another one of Mirai's hidden cards.
Seeing White Zetsu fall into thought, Mirai sighed inwardly.
He wasn't praising Gojo's strength—
he was worried that this idiot might underestimate Gojo and recklessly provoke him using "No.1."
Mirai himself could suppress Gojo.
White Zetsu's No.1… could not.
"By the way—how did the mission go?"
White Zetsu froze for a moment, then pulled out a small medical container from his pocket.
About the length of one finger and the width of two, it was tightly sealed with talismans—
yet Mirai could clearly sense the life force inside.
"Told you—No.1 never fails."
"Here. Cursed wombs, numbers four through nine."
Jujutsu High — Activity Room
Students from both schools sat in silence.
Especially Maki and Mai Zen'in.
The heavy gloom surrounding them practically spelled out "Do not approach."
One was their teacher—Mirai.
The other, their companion—White Zetsu.
Their betrayal weighed heavily on Yuji Itadori, Nobara Kugisaki, and the others.
"Yo~ looks like everyone's here."
"White Zetsu?!"
Seeing him walk in beside Gojo completely unharmed, everyone was stunned.
They didn't know what exactly had been uncovered—
but for Gojo to personally take action, it couldn't have been anything trivial.
White Zetsu plopped down beside Yuji and said casually:
"It's just something minor like destroying the world. What's the big deal?"
"Destroy the world?!"
Yuji shouted in disbelief.
White Zetsu grinned.
"Just kidding."
Megumi Fushiguro looked at Gojo, confused:
"Gojo-sensei… what's going on?"
Gojo shrugged with a smile:
"Can't help it. That's not his real body—killing him is pointless."
"If we try to interrogate him, his soul can just leave the body."
"Exactly!"
White Zetsu puffed out his chest proudly.
"A place like Jujutsu High can't do anything to me."
"That's the situation."
Gojo explained to the students:
"Anyway, you guys can swat a Grade 4 cursed spirit like him anytime. Might as well keep him around as a mascot."
White Zetsu chose to ignore that, still looking smug.
"Oh right, White Zetsu."
Gojo turned to him.
"Yuji's your underling, right? Care to explain his background?"
The surveillance report mentioned Yuji—but only vaguely.
"Background?"
Yuji pointed at himself, completely confused.
White Zetsu rubbed his chin, pretending to think—
though his mind had already drifted toward Mirai.
After a moment, he looked up.
"How about this—trade you this info for my caterpillar?"
Gojo nodded without hesitation. He had already checked it—nothing important inside.
Satisfied, White Zetsu grinned—
and dropped a bombshell.
"That pink-haired brat's mother… is the leader of those Special Grade cursed spirits."
"Whether it's the volcano-head who attacked that night, the Special Grade that infiltrated the event, or the stitched-face curse you and Nanami encountered—"
"They're all pieces your mother prepared."
"Oh, and the one who led the attack on the Star Corridor? That was your mother too."
Gojo's expression sharpened.
"…You're serious?"
White Zetsu shrugged.
"I'm not as deceitful as you humans. The information is 100% true."
In reality, Kenjaku had already erased almost all trace of Yuji's family.
Aside from names and fragments of the past, nothing valuable remained.
With Mirai's approval, White Zetsu simply traded it for his "caterpillar."
"My… mother?"
Yuji stared blankly, his body trembling.
Raised by his grandfather, Wasuke Itadori,
Yuji barely remembered his parents.
He had faint memories of his father—
but none of his mother at all.
"White Zetsu…"
"…what are you talking about?"
Yuji asked, his expression conflicted.
Everyone held their breath.
The revelation was explosive.
"That's the truth."
White Zetsu looked at Gojo.
"If you don't believe me, we can form a binding vow."
"I've said my part—don't forget to send my caterpillar later."
A binding vow as proof…
Gojo had no choice but to believe him.
"Yuji…"
Gojo's voice turned serious.
"Who exactly is your mother?"
Yuji's thoughts drifted.
Deep within his mind, long-buried fragments began to surface—
A quiet afternoon.
A wooden house.
His grandfather's grim expression…
His father's gentle gaze…
And—
A woman…
with stitches across her forehead.
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